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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Warning: swear words, angst
Previous
The cool drips of water trickled down his face as Steve took a deep breath and sighed. He was grateful Sam was willing to open his house to him and Natasha. Steve opened his eyes and looked back at the reflection vacant, inexpressive image that stared back at him.
This isn't the Steve he knew. This drained person that was in constant confusion, trying to fight for what he believes is right. After everything that had just happened, all Steve wanted to do was sit down. Absentlymindedly wiping his face with a towel, Steve walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it.
His head hanging low as his hands gripped the side of the bed, holding on as if he were about to fall off. He could feel the entire weight of the world on his shoulders, pushing him further and further down. He couldn't even begin to process everything he has just found out. Shield being overrun with secret Hydra operatives. Fury being shot in his apartment and dying. Bucky.
Bucky.
'Was that really him? He fell from the train. How could it be him? I saw him myself. I grieved for him. He can't be alive. But, that was him. It had to be him. Maybe Peggy found him and he didn't die? But, he wouldn't look so young or have a metal arm. Unless...'
"Rogers? Can I come in?" he heard Natasha's voice by the door frame.
'There's no time to dwell. Time to be Captain,'
He thought as he turned his face towards her, with a soft, gentle smile, he ushered her in. Natasha delicately tiptoed her way through the room, and sat opposite him on a small wooden chair, mirroring how Steve comforted her a few days ago.
"... And here I was thinking I'm the only one in this team who can mask their emotions,"
Steve huffed out a small puff of air and smirked.
"Everything okay, Romanoff?"
"Thought you could use a friend right now. How you holding up?"
"A friend? Thought we couldn't be friends?" he smirked at her, thinking back to their conversation a few, days ago.
"Business can change. You told me that you trusted me, right?" Natasha replied, giving a soft smile before continuing. "Talk to me, how are you holding up?"
Steve gazed at Natasha and gave her a weak smile before answering.
"Everytime I believe I understand it all and start to feel normal, something else comes along. Waking up from the ice, everyone said we won. They never mentioned what we lost. Turns out, it is a lot more than we realise,"
Steve kept his eyes low, focusing on the floor as his mind drifted from one thought to another. Natasha's usual unreadable face melted away, slowly being replaced by a natural, caring expression when she noticed Steve's demeanor.
She had spent so long studying Steve from a distance, asking questions about anything she could to gain any information, anything she could keep as a bargaining tool later on down the line. Yet, Steve was always very careful with the information he provided.
A part of Natasha was shocked that he was opening up to her. A part of her expected it. After all, they had just spend the entire time running away from Hydra, Shield and the dreaded Winter Solider. Steve took a deep breath and side before turning to face Natasha fully.
"Be honest, does it get better?" His searching eyes looked at hers, waiting for an answer deep down he knew he wasn't going to get.
" I am the furthest person from knowing the answer to that question, Steve,"
She leaned in closer before continuing, "I've lived many lives in my time. Some I am proud of, some I am not. What I've taken from them is that it's down to me how those lives played out. What do you want from your life?"
Steve's face was riddles with more questions and concerns but he decided to keep them to himself. Though, he knew she was right. He needed to work out what he wanted.
"You could start by finding someone? What about that cute nurse who lives opposite you?"
Steve rolled his eyes at Natasha's suggestion.
"You know very well she wasn't a nurse. Cut the act,"
"Well, you're going to have to go on a date at some point. You're not getting any younger, Cap..."
"Hah, you are right about that..." he smirked when suddenly, his eyes widened as his eyebrows knitted together tensely.
"Oh fuck!" Steve searched his pockets, looking for his phone. He looked at the screen and scrolled through message after message from you.
Y: " Give me a shout when you're here"
Y: "Brooklyn, everything okay?"
Y: "... Didn't get lost, did you?"
The notification light blinked, alerting him to several missed calls. Ringing his voicemail, he was taken to the last message you left.
"Steve, let me know you're okay, please? I'm worried. Just... let me know..."
His face dropped, riddled with upset, concern and most of all regret. His hand dropped from the side of his face, landing on his lap with a thud. The upset and worry in your voice stung his heart as he was lost in his thoughts; unfazed by Natasha's voice repeatedly trying to get his attention and ask him what had happened. He was finally pulled back by a low buzz in his lap.
1 new message.
Y: "Goodnight."
"She's still awake!" he thought to himself.
His fingers scrambled together over the screen, dialling your number as quickly as he could.
"Come on, doll. Please pick up. Pick up..." Steve whispered to himself, trying to keep his breathing as steady as possible.
No answer.
"Fuck!" He shouted, throwing the phone onto the bed. His head dropped to the palms of his broad hands, covering every inch of his remorseful face. Daintyly, Natasha got up from her chair and made her way to the bed. She reached for the phone and glanced at the screen before quickly adding everything together.
"The baker caught your eye, huh?"
Natasha placed her hand on Steve's shoulder, gently squeezing it for comfort. Steve's head lifted to look at her, his eyes no longer hiding his sorrow as they glistened with tears, threatening to spill over with every blink he took.
"I really thought I'd have a date this time..." he snickered, recalling his last scheduled date 70 years ago before sighing. "Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever be able to live a normal life... Whatever that means anymore..."
"Start by amending things with bakery girl. She is pretty cute,"
"I can't do that yet. We need to get to bottom of Hydra infiltration Shield,"
Steve rubbed the back of his neck before sighing one again. His body slump from everything going on in his head.
"Alright, just don't leave it too late. Don't want to lose another girl. Oh and for the record, she seems like a picnic kind of girl,"
"A picnic kind of girl?"
"Your next date. She's sweet, sure, but she's not a thousand years old like you. Move past the ballroom dancing already,"
"How did you...?" Steve looked up at Natasha with a confused look on his face, noticing her smirk from his half asked question. He suddenly realised who he was speaking to and let out another sigh.
"Appreciate the advice,"
Natasha gently rubbed Steve's shoulders and tiptoed out of the room, leaving Steve to his thoughts.
Ransom and Marshmallow getting into a boop war with each other 🤣🤣🤣
"Boop."
Blinking a few times, Ransom watched as your finger withdrew from the tip of his nose and back across the kitchen island. You were standing there in your robe and slippers still in the late afternoon, clearly getting caught up in your day off by wasting time on the internet.
Ransom scrunched his nose slightly, wiggling it at the itch, "What was that?"
"I boop'd you."
You blinked up at him expectantly, but he didn't quite know what that meant.
"And?"
With a slight frown, you stared meaningfully into his eyes for a long moment and slowly raised your finger again. This time pressing with a little more force onto the end of his nose with a whispered, "Boop."
He blinked again as you withdrew your finger again, "Is this some stupid internet thing?"
"JUST BOOP ME BACK RANSOM!"
This time he rolled his eyes with a scoff, blue eyes watching you critically as you stood beside him at the counter. Ransom tentatively raised a finger, pushing before he made any contact with the tip of your adorable nose but that second was all you needed. With a flash of teeth and a cheeky grin, you lightly bit the tip of his finger with all the teasing mischievous mirth of an internet sensation cat.
"Hey," he exclaimed, hand dangling from between your teeth.
"Tha's wha hough get fo hot pahying," you mumbled around his digit.
Ransoms' lips pursed as he eyed you amusedly, "I'll show you what you get!"
Before he could get out of his seat you, spit out his finger and dashed out of the kitchen going for the stairs, "You'll never catch me!"
"Here I come pussy cat," he exclaimed taking the steps two at a time behind you. Grinning ear to ear as you giggled, dashing towards the bedroom where Ransom caught up to you and slammed the door shut behind him. "Got you trapped, Kitten."
"Oh no I'm so scared," you mocked from the rumpled bed, shuffling over the covers before Ransom tackled you with a heavy oof.
You laid still under him for a moment before trying to wiggle, "Christ you're heavy Ran."
"Must be all that Golden Retriever energy I've got," he growled into your ear.
"I was only teasing. It was girl's night with Lizzie, how was I supposed to know Grayson could hear me?"
Your excuses were short-lived as Ransom dug his fingers into your sides and all the little nooks and crannies he knew would have you squirming beneath him in no time.
Laughter and panic were hot in your chest as Ransom held you down, tears springing to your eyes and streaming as you wobbled back and forth at his mercilessness. "Ran. Please. Stop," you wheezed out. "Please! Oh no, I'm gonna pee Ransom! Stooooop!"
"It's what you get for teasing me," he shot back, mock rage in his voice. "Now take your punishment!"
A loud scream of laughter erupted from you as you managed to get the upper hand. Rolling him off of you and freeing yourself to the air of the room. You straddled him in the confusion, legs gripping his waist on either side.
"Ha," you exclaimed, sweaty and disheveled above him as your thighs pinned his hands to his sides. "Now who's got who?"
Ransom laughed a little, the rumble starting deep in his chest as he looked up at you, "Oh no, you got me. What do I do now?"
Narrowing your eyes you looked down at him before a very noticeable friend of his throbbed against your leg. With a smirk, you were sure to wiggle and settle your hips against him, just enough to tease and make him buck up against you just slightly.
"Close your eyes."
Instead of closing he narrowed his gaze at you as you began to lean down over him, "Trust me," you purred against him. "Close your eyes."
This time he did as asked, those impossibly long lashes touching his cheeks.
Ransom waited, feeling the heat of your breath and your weight shifting on top of him. Anticipating the feeling of your soft pillowy lips against his in that teasing brush he loved getting from you on playful days like this one. He waited patiently, eyes closed as he felt the ghost of your breath over his lips before...
"Boop."
"That's it!" Ransom shouted eyes shooting open as he flipped you over into the bed. You shrieked with laughter as he pinned you down kissing you as many times in a row as he pleased.
Steve Rogers is the only person who can get you out of bed, though sometimes his methods can be rather... creative.
@zaraomarrogers this one's for you, I'm sorry I took so long, hope you like!!!
Word count: 1,284
Time to wake up, Y/N.” Steve called out, gently rapping on your door. With a groan, you rolled over and pulled the covers over your head. Steve pushed the door open and peaked in. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the doorframe and chuckled.
If there were only two things that were common knowledge around the tower, they were the facts that you were not a morning person, and that it was a bad idea to send anyone but Steve to wake you up. Your best friend only tried once, and she vowed that she’d never do that again.
“Five more minutes, Steve.” You grumbled, rolling into a ball. Steve shook his head and stepped into the room.
“I’ve given you ‘five more minutes’ four times, Y/N.” You could feel his presence at the end of the bed. He came to kneel next to your cocoon and tapped on your pillow. “Time to wake up, I have coffee.” You peaked out at him from your shell and squinted.
“Good coffee?” Steve fought a grin.
“Yes.” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before shaking your head and diving back under the covers.
“Five more minutes.” Steve sighed pulled himself to his feet.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, doll.” He paused to see if you’d respond. When you didn’t he moved to the foot of the bed and wrapped his hands around your ankles. Whipping the covers from over your head, you sat up and glared at him.
“You wouldn’t dare, Steven Rogers.” Steve gave you a mischievous grin and shrugged.
“Are you getting up?” Steve gave you a mischievous grin and cocked a brow. Well not now. You thought to yourself dryly, folding your arms. Scowling at him, you raised a brow in challenge.
“You wouldn’t.” Steve shrugged and began tugging on your ankles. With a squeal you rolled and grasped the head board with both hands. “Steven!” You cried, looking over your shoulder at him. Steve gave your ankles another tug, not even breaking a sweat. Huffing, you turned back to look at your hands gripping the head board. Your knuckles were turning white from the effort.
“Come on, Y/N, it’s already 10 o clock.” Steve grunted giving you another tug.
“I’m hibernating.” You called over your shoulder, doubling down on your grip on the head board. At this rate you’d be making yet another trip to the furniture store for a new one. But right now, you didn’t care. It was the principle of the thing.
“You’re not an animal, Y/N.” Steve said, dropping your legs. You rolled over and scooted up to rest your back against the head board.
“I can be whatever I want to be, Rogers.” You narrowed your eyes at him. Steve shook his head and put a knee on the bed. Your eyes widened, and you felt your whole-body tense with nervous energy. “What are you doing now, Rogers?” Your voice grew higher in pitch. Steve gave you a sly grin and placed his hand on the bed.
“I’m getting you out of this bed one way or another, sweetheart.”
“Now, Steve, darling, let’s be reasonable.” Steve chuckled and placed his other hand on the bed. You shuffled further against the head board as he crawled towards you. Without thinking you placed your foot against his forehead. Steve paused and glanced up at your foot with a raised brow. Feeling your face flush, you moved to pull your foot back only for Steve to grasp your ankle and stare at you with an amused grin.
“Steven,” You narrowed your eyes at him warily. Steve’s grin widened and he sat back on his knees and looked down at the foot he held prisoner. Looking back up at you, he lightly grazed the bottom of your foot with his thumb.
“Ah.” He chuckled when your whole-body jerked. “Some one’s ticklish.” He gave you a roguish wink and set your foot back on the bed. You felt your pulse begin to increase at the wolfish shadow darkening his eyes.
“Steve,” You squealed as Steve fairly pounced on you, dragging you down so you lay on your back and he hovered over you, caging you in with his arms. His fingers ghosted over your sides, testing for sensitive points, until your traitorous body gave you away. You flinched. Steve grinned and looked up at you. His fingers tapped on your side before beginning to tickle you mercilessly. Steve Rogers was a cruel man, and you told him as much between squeals. The man wasn’t even phased as he continued his assault.
“Please, Steve, I’ll get up, I’ll get up.” You cried and pushed at his hands. Steve’s fingers instantly froze and he looked down at you skeptically.
“Promise?” He cocked his head to the side and planted his hand on the bed next to your side. You shook your head rapidly.
“I promise! I promise!” Satisfied that he’d gotten his way, Steve pulled back to let you sit up. Finally noticing how much your hands hurt, you sat back against the head board and rubbed your knuckles. “You don’t love me anymore, Steve.” You grumbled, giving him a pitiful look. Steve reached out and gently took your hands in his own, rubbing small circles over the offended areas.
“I love you very much, that’s why I put in the effort that I do.” With a snort you pulled your hands out of his.
“Then love me less, Rogers.” Looking away from him was a mistake, as you found yourself flat on your back again, Steve hovering over you.
“I don’t think I can do that, Sugar.” He whispered, lacing his finger through yours and nuzzling your nose with his own.” The gesture would’ve been very romantic if at that moment you hadn’t realized you needed to pee.
“Steve.” You cleared your throat, looking up into his eyes.
“Hm?” He lowered himself to press more of his weight into you as he began paying particular attention to your neck. This only made your need for the bathroom more apparent. None too gently you began pushing at his chest. No dice.
“Steve,” Your plea turned into a moan when he reached the sensitive skin behind your ear. Taking that as a good sign, Steve focused his attack on that area. “Okay, whoa!” You reached for the only sensitive thing on him you could reach, his hair, and pulled hard.
“Hey!” He jumped back and hissed. You shoved him back and scrambled off the bed.
“I’m sorry, I love you, but I’ve got to pee!” You shouted, racing to the bathroom. Steve flopped back on the bed and rubbed the tender spot gently.
“You could’ve just said that.” He grumbled to himself. Blinking he stared up at the ceiling, not noticing the flush of the toilet or the running water. You inched back into the room and narrowed your eyes gleefully when you saw him stretched out on the bed. Quietly creeping into the room, you leapt on top of him. Steve groaned and wrapped an arm around you to keep you from rolling off and onto the floor. “Are you trying to kill me, woman? First my hair and now my ribcage!” You gave him an apologetic grin and folded your arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry. But I’m back.” You wiggled your brows and propped your chin on your arms. Steve gave you a dry look and sniffed.
“I don’t think I remember where we were.” You trailed the fingers of one hand up his chest and traced his jaw.
“I think I can jog your memory.” It was Steve’s turn to flush.
Summary: A small collection of a few of the first times with Steve.
Warnings: Smut, not very explicit.
A/N: This is my entry to @firefly-in-darkness‘ Movie Challenge with the movie prompt: X-men and “First time ever I say your face” by Roberta Flack.
Thanks to my beta reader @saiyanprincessswanie I love you Missy, you helped me a lot with this one.
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It had become late in the day as you ran into the X-Mansion. Professor Xavier had asked you to collaborate on a mission with Captain America and the rest of the Avengers.
“I’m so sorry. I fell asleep,” you announced as you entered the room.
Steve had planned to scold you about how it wasn’t proper to be late for a meeting. However, as soon as he saw you standing before him, he was left speechless. He was completely mesmerized by your beautiful eyes as they locked with his deep blue ones. Your beauty had taken him off guard as his eyes drifted down your body. His heart sped up as he introduced himself to you.
You were in awe as you stared back at Captain Rogers. The well-known Captain was definitely easy on the eyes with a body that was bulging in his suit. Internally you were undressing him, wondering what lies underneath. You cleared your throat to shake the thoughts out of your head and followed him to discuss what was expected of you. During the conversation, you noticed that he refused to look at you as he explained everything. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed by the lack of attention from him. Little did you know Steve was struggling to stay on point with the discussion as his heart had already fallen for you.
You were so exhausted after a long day, a long week, really, that it took your tired brain a moment to process the sight of him looming in the corner of your bedroom when you turned on the bedside lamp.
Steve Rogers.
The love of your life who you hadn’t seen in months and months.
He looked a little worse for wear having been on the run for so long, but his long hair and dark beard had your tired body thrumming to life with awareness as Steve slowly moved closer to you.
His approach was hesitant, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was still welcome, in your life and in your heart, but you didn’t show an ounce of hesitation as you closed the remaining distance between you and slid your hands up to grip his broad shoulders.
“You’re really here,” you smiled, and you could see the way some of the tension bled from Steve’s big body at the sight, at your happiness to see him.
“I’m really here,” he echoed, his voice rough from disuse as his big hands—even rougher than his voice—framed your hips and squeezed.
There was more than exhaustion shadowing Steve’s eyes, there was a strange kind of desire too, one you couldn’t quite place until you reached up to cradle his cheek in your hand and Steve instantly shoved his face into your touch, so very, very greedy for it.
He’s touch starved, you realized, your heart wrenching at the very thought.
Because if anyone deserved to be loved, to be touched and appreciated and worshipped, it was Steve.
“How long has it been since someone hugged you?” you asked.
Steve’s exhale was shaky as his touch grew frantic—desperate—and he tugged you flush against him. “Too long.”
You allowed your body to sink against him completely, your softness molding to the hard ridges of his toned body. You wrapped your arms around him as much as you could, raising one hand to sink into his hair, and you could feel Steve shudder, his warm breath rushing past the side of your neck as he sank against you in return.
A moment later he was retreating toward your bed, keeping you plastered against him as he went, and then he sank onto the edge of it, burying his face against your stomach and clinging to you like he would never let you go, not this time.
You whispered how much you loved him as you ducked low to kiss along his hair, your hands caressing along his neck and shoulders, touching every part of him that you could, until his big body wasn’t quiet so coiled anymore, and he finally gathered you in his lap for a proper kiss.
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Here's a little somethin' somethin' from the Stucky fic I've been working on for Stucky Bingo! 👀
Steve can practically feel the body heat radiating off of Bucky as he slowly inches closer, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels Bucky's warm breath against his lips.
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Summary: Steve always had an excuse to not date. The world was in trouble, Bucky needed saving and then Bucky needed support. But now there were no excuses. He asked you out and you said yes. But Steve was still that small kids from Brooklyn that girls overlooked. This time though, Sam and Bucky were in his ear… literally.
Warning: fluff I guess, lil angst maybe?
Word count: 1.3k (never in my life have I written something so short.)
This had been a long time coming. It was something Steve had pushed off. He always used the same excuse, there was time for dating later. Then he used Bucky as an excuse. After finding and helping Bucky he had no excuses anymore. But later came much sooner than he’d hoped.
It didn’t help that Steve was absolutely smitten by someone that worked for the avengers. He tried to deny it but it was futile. His cheeks would get rosy and he’d be a bumbling idiot whenever you were around. Now Sam and Bucky were always bickering but they managed to set aside their differences in order to mess with him. Always pushing him to talk to you, both figuratively and literally.
It was borderline embarrassing the amount of times Bucky or Sam would literally push him towards you so that he would have no choice but to speak with you. It was endearing though, seeing the big, strong leader of the world’s mightiest heroes stutter out a greeting while being completely flustered. Most of the time he would go beet red, mumble an apology and a quick hello before going on his way. He’d always miss the shy smile and how you’d be just as flustered as him.
One day though he got the courage to Al’s you out and now here he was. In a restaurant that Nat suggested sitting across the woman he had been crushing on for the better part of a year. It was private enough so that at least if he embarrassed himself it wouldn’t become news. Steve couldn’t imagine the headlines of gossip blogs talking about how bad of a date he was. His only saving grace was the plan Sam and Bucky came up with. The plan itself was simple, he would wear an earpiece so that if he wasn’t sure about what to say or if he got stuck Bucky and Sam could advise him.
“Have you been here before?” You look up from the menu.
“No, it was a recommendation.”
You hum in acknowledgment as you look back down.
“Smooth.” The earpiece crackles in Steve’s ear, Bucky having been the one to make the comment. “Ask her something, punk.”
“See anything you like?”
“SeE aNyThInG yOu LiKe?” It’s Sam this time. Bucky chuckles in the background.
“Everything looks good enough to eat.” You reply but you’re looking right at Steve. The implication makes Steve blush and agree with you.
“Oh she’s good. I like her. When you mess this up I’m going to ask her out.”
“Not if I get to her first.” Bucky tells Sam.
Steve clears his throat just as the server gets to the table. You both place your orders and wait for the server to leave.
“So.” You both say at the same time and you chuckle. Steve motions for you to go first.
“Did you hear about that music festival that started tonight?”
Steve shakes his head.
“Oh, well I thought you might like it. It’s mostly 30’s and 40’s music. People dress up like they did back then. It seemed pretty cool. It runs all weekend.”
“Alright punk, say these exact words. I think it would be fun, we should check it out.” Bucky says. “Word for word.”
“I think it would be fun, we should check it out.” Steve smiles at you.
“I’d like that.”
After that the conversation flows almost smoothly. There are a few times when you see Steve blush but chalk it up to first date nerves.
“So if you could have any superpowers what would they be?” Steve asked after you had been going back and forth asking silly questions.
“I work in HR, patience is my superpower.”
He chuckles. “Well I sure as hell couldn’t do it.”
“I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom.” You shout him a warm smile and get up, heading toward the bathroom.
“Not too bad, Stevie. I mean you could use some improvement but hopefully you don’t fuck it up too much by the end of the night. And stop clearing your throat so much.”
“If you two would shit up for five minutes maybe I could.” Steve says in a hushed tone.
“Dude we just want you to get laid or something. And you like Y/N, you two would be a perfect fit.”
“I know but the two of you bickering in my ear is distracting. She’s going to think I’m crazy.”
“What are you two doing in the comms room?”
“No. Don’t tell Nat what’s going on. She’ll kill me.”
“We’re helping Steve through his first date.”
“I told you not to tell her.” Steve whisper yells.
“Are you using an earpiece?” You ask from beside him. Steve flinches slightly after not having realized you were back. You put your hand out. “Give it here. Who are you talking with anyways?”
“Uh-“
“Don’t tell her anything.” Bucky says before the communication is cut off.
Steve sighs and at least has the decency to look guilty as he pulls the earpiece out of his ear and hands it over.
“I’m so sorry. I was just so nervous about this date. It wasn’t even my idea. Sam and Bucky just wanted to help me out a bit.” He rambles but looks defeated.
The server comes around and places the check on the table which Steve quickly snatches up.
“Let me take you home?”
“Yeah, of course.” You smile at him but he won’t even look at you. His shoulders are slumped as he walks out with you.
****
Although the night ended quickly it still had been lovely. Steve looked like a kicked puppy as he walked up the sidewalk toward the building you lived in. You stood on the first step so that you could be eye level with him and turned around.
“How much of you did I see tonight?” You ask cautiously. Steve’s eyes snap up to yours.
“Almost all of it. I promise they were only there to help me if I got stuck in conversation.”
“So the questions about self defense lessons?”
“Bucky.”
“And the questions about going fishing?” You ask a little more amused this time.”
“Sam.”
“The questions about my hobbies and family?”
“All me.” Steve says.
“Hhmm.” You dig around in your purse to look for your keys.
“I’m sorry I ruined the date tonight.”
“It’s ok.”
“Have a good night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight. See you tomorrow. Let me know what time you want to go.”
Steve, who had started to walk away, turned to look at you. Eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He walks back towards you before asking, “You still want to go?”
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
Steve’s blush was back in full force but he smiled anyway.
“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow. How about 11:00?”
“Perfect. See you then.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek before walking into your building. Before closing the door you turn back to him. “Don’t let them know how the date ended, I want to see them sweat it out at work.”
Steve laughs but agrees and waves as he finally walks off.
****
You sigh in relief as you finally walk into your apartment. The first thing you do is take off your heels and sit on the couch.
“That went better than expected. Thanks for helping out.”
“Don’t worry about it. I told you Steve is completely taken by you.”
“Still I don’t think I could have gotten through tonight without you. I was so nervous.”
“You did great. You should be a spy, I could train you.”
“I’ll leave the spying up to you Nat. Thanks again, we'll have a girls night soon.”
“Definitely we need to know how the second date goes.”
“You’ll be the first to know. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Both Nat and Wanda say.
You pull the earpiece out of your ear and place it in the small box Nat had given you. At least now you know that you weren’t the only one so nervous about this date that you needed some back up.
Hopefully the second date would go well and this would just be a funny story to tell.
You swallow back your tears, blinking your eyes dry. You try and smile softly, looking into Steve’s eyes, knowing you're losing the man who owns your heart. “I don’t know why you have to go and be with her when you have me….” You gulp, feeling the tears appear again.
You ignore how he goes to reach out to you. “But, I guess if I love you….” You bite down on your bottom lip, your voice cracking as you look down before lifting your head again with a sad smile. “I should let you move on.” You desperately hold back your sobs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“Y/n…” You shake your head, not allowing Steve to continue.
“Goodbye, Steve…” You whisper before you walk away. Leaving behind the man you had dreamt of a future with, leaving him your broken heart.
hi! i'm a teacher and sometimes my Fri nights consist of sitting on the floor, drinking wine, & doing some type of work for my classroom. sometimes it's cutting a ton of laminated things and other times it's putting together packets for my students. could i request something with Chris, Andy, or Ransom wanting to go out for drinks but you convince them to stay in with you and help you with your work for your class? ooo! or them coming in on a day off to help you fix stuff in your classroom :)
i love this so much!! i’m on a soft!ransom kick so 🥺
pairing: ransom drysdale x teacher!reader
summary: as much as ransom would like to have a night out with you, what he wants most is to spend time with you, so he’ll settle for helping you prepare for your upcoming week of class instead
warnings: none
word count: ~800
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Focused on getting your stuff together to go home for the weekend, you don't notice Ransom walking into your classroom until you hear him curse under his breath as he slips on a book that's still lying on the ground.
“God damnit,” he mutters, catching his balance and standing there a second to compose himself before making it the rest of the way to your desk. “Tell the little monsters to clean up after themselves.”
“Hello to you too,” you chuckle, leaning to give him a quick kiss. “They were just excited for the weekend, missed a few things in the process. Can you blame them?”
“I guess not,” he huffs, giving you another kiss. “You ready to go?”
“Hmm,” you hum playfully, scanning the room quickly. “I will be if you’d be a doll and pick up that book that almost made you faceplant.”
It’s impossible for him to say no when you innocently bat your eyelashes at him, so he does that while you do one final check of your bags making sure you have everything.
The ride to your place consists mostly of stories from you about the funny things your students said or did throughout the day. Ransom would deny enjoying it, but the short, amused exhale he’s blowing through his nose every so often would say otherwise.
“So, I was thinking,” he begins, taking a hand off the wheel and placing it on your thigh. “I take you out for dinner tonight, get a few drinks in our systems, and then see where the rest of the night takes us. Get you out of your house for once on a Friday.”
“Ran,” you laugh softly, putting your hand on top of his. “You know Fridays are my night to get stuff done for next week. That’s how I get the rest of the weekend to myself. What’s wrong with going out on Saturday like we usually do?”
“Nothing,” he sighs, glancing at you and offering a small smile. “You work so hard though, putting up with those devils every day, you deserve to unwind at the end of the week.”
With a pinch to the back of his hand, he’s scoffing and pulling it away from you, putting it back on the wheel. “My kids are not devils,” you scold him, albeit chuckling at him. “I choose to stay in on Fridays, it’s not a big deal. And I have a lot for us to do tonight, so be ready.”
“Oh joy,” he sasses.
The fun starts after you’ve finished eating dinner – you set your stuff up on the floor in front of the fireplace while Ransom cleans the kitchen and pours glasses of wine for both of you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he leans down to give you yours before taking a seat on the floor next to you.
“What do we have tonight?” The question comes so casually from him that it’s almost funny – the difference between this Ransom and the one you met a year ago.
“Ah, tonight we have stapling packets to go along with the book they’re reading and cutting out laminated flashcards for their upcoming vocabulary and spelling test,” you explain, pointing to each thing. “Which do you want to tackle?”
“Wow, that’s a hard one,” he muses, taking a sip of his wine. “I’ll staple their packets. I did the cutting last week.”
“That’s fair,” you laugh, passing him the stack of paper and a stapler.
Concentrating on your respective tasks, the only sounds in the room are that of the stapler and the scissors you’re using... Until you giggle out of nowhere remembering something that happened earlier.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing,” you sigh. “One of the kids just asked me today if I have a boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah?” He lets out a short, genuine laugh. “What did you say?”
“I told them yes, of course,” you smile. “And then I told them he helps me put together their packets and everything else every Friday night. They did that Ooo-ooh thing kids do. They think you’re sweet.”
“Jesus,” he snorts. “You’re making me out to be some sort of softie to them. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
“Shut up. No you don’t,” you tease. “I told them I’d have you come visit sometime.” He practically physically cringes, and you roll your eyes, reaching over to swat his knee. “Come on, they’d like that.”
“Those little brutes would have to be on their best behavior.”
“My God,” you laugh, hitting him again. “Don’t call them that and they will be.”
While your head is down, focused once again on cutting out flashcards, he glances over at you, and his lips tug into a smile as he watches you. “I’ll think about it.”
Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
Part 1: Hidden Gems
Part 2: Rapunzel
Part 3: Homecoming
Part 4: Whispers
Part 5: Sealed with a Kiss
Part 6: What We Need
Part 7: A Charade
Part 8: Reckoning
Part 9: High Stakes
Part 10: Temptress
Part 11: Union of the Snake
Part 12: Something Borrowed
Part 13: Kiss the Bride
Part 14: Negotiations & Promises
Part 15: The Wedding Present
Part: 16 Allies & Demons
Part 17: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love
I think what some people need to come to terms with is there is most likely going to be a day he IS engaged and does eventually get married and have kids// This! It's something he said he wants, marriage and kids, and he's in his 40s now so chances are that's going to happen relatively sooner rather than later. For me, the only thing that will impact for me is I'll be bummed that he'll probably take a step back from acting to focus on that so we'll get less films from him but that's understandable that he would.
Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.
A/N: This series will contain smut, 18+ only!!!
🔥= smut
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if you have a blank blog and keep getting blocked by every blog you follow because we're all wary of porn bots, but you don't know what to put on your blog
you look like this rn
this is what spam bots look like as well. this is a screenshot of a blog I think belongs to a person but it has no posts and no likes so I cannot tell
you can change your profile picture to literally anything. it can be a solid color. it can be a character or actor you're fond of. it can be your cat. it can be a stock photo. literally anything, but it probably shouldn't be your actual face
you can change "Untitled" (which is your blog title btw) to, again, literally anything. it can be "Hello" if you want. "Twitter Transplant" works too. just something
people here often put their name (usually not the one they use irl, or at least not their government name), their preferred pronouns, and a brief overview of their interests in their bio. there's no need to overshare or link a carrd. it can be "I'm new here and haven't set my blog up yet!"
you may have seen people encourage pinning a post to your profile. that can be very similar to your bio, just an overview of what to expect from your blog. fic writers often include their masterlist on it. if you're not set up yet, it can be a placeholder. "pinning this for later" is better than nothing
on mobile, your Edit Appearance button looks like a little paint palette board. here it is on my blog
on desktop, you go to your sidebar first
Edit Appearance brings you here
my bio looks Like That because it has links in it, which have to be coded in html
we don't want to block y'all but you have to show us some signs of life. PLEASE. also this is a blogging website and blogging involves posting or reblogging but that's another conversation
